1 comments/ 12534 views/ 7 favorites The Indoctrination of a Vanilla By: The_Wolf_ I've always had a fascination with converting vanilla girls. I guess that's how it all started for me, throughout my school days and my university years, the days before the internet (yes I'm that old) which has proven such a source of enlightenment to millions of latent kinksters. She wrote to me on a vanilla site. I'd built a profile there no different to the one I have on a BDSM site. It's great finding submissives here who's eyes are wide open, don't get me wrong, but I was curious to see that moment again, that moment of realisation that yes, this is what life is really about. I didn't post a photo, just a pair of bound hands and a message to "read my profile,' as I didn't want people hitting "like" until they had. As you can imagine I got plenty of enquiries from Shades of Grey tragics. And then she popped up. She was small and slender and from her words I could tell lacked social confidence. She was polite and explained that my profile had stirred something inside her, something she was always aware of but never able to confront. As we talked I learnt that she was a successful professional in her field but an extreme introvert who tends to be described as weird. Her eyes were big and blue with an unmistakable longing. She was missing something... She verbalised it eloquently but her demeanour summed it up even better. I didn't want to provide her with a vanilla experience with a twist. I don't think that's what she wanted and I certainly didn't. I sent her some pictures and told her all about myself, letting her ask all the questions she felt she should, but when it came to it and she asked me if I'd like to meet for a coffee I decided it was time to put her fortitude to the test and decline. Instead I issued her with instructions as to where and when to meet me, what to wear and made it clear that if she chose to attend, that would be the last decision she was allowed to make. I waited a few days as she contemplated the madness of the situation and eventually, she accepted without conditions. The night we met it was cold and raining. She was to wait on a busy street corner in the city and not to be late. I spotted her as I approached and stopped for a minute to observe her body language. She was dressed as requested and appeared extremely uncomfortable, shifting from foot to foot. She was tiny, only about 5.3 tall and waif like. Her slender neck was long and looked like it would snap in a strong wind. She didn't spot me until she turned her head to find me standing right next to her. She jumped and her nervous disposition was obvious so I smiled warmly, wanting her to know that yes, what she was doing was crazy and yes, I was going to put her through something she'd never experienced before but no, I'm not a psycho and she's safe, well relatively safe anyway. Without a word I took her by the arm and lead her into the building opposite where I had arranged a room. She compliantly did as instructed and once in the room, the lights darkened, I pushed her against the wall and wrapped my hand around her neck. She gasped and closed her eyes, her body literally shaking violently and her breath increasing rapidly. "Take off all your clothes and get down onto you knees" were the first words she heard me utter that night. She didn't move, frozen to the spot, her eyes focused firmly on my feet. I waited, enjoying her indecision whilst studying this delicate little person and drinking in her fear. Eventually though my hand struck her face, not hard but hard enough to rock such a slight person. She let out a gentle cry and a tear slid down her cheek as her trance was broken and she began removing her clothes as I stepped back and watched with interest. Now she knelt there, in the middle of the room completely naked in front of a man who had spoken no more than four words to her. I'd like to have been able to paint at that moment but even if I could I'd never have been able to capture the emotions seeping out of her like a rung out sponge. She encapsulated right there in that moment everything I've always admired about submission. The bravery, the abandonment, the resignation, the anticipation and the intuitive understanding from deep down that although what she was doing was totally nuts, that she could put her trust in me to make it ok in the end. I'm in front of her now, my clothes off and stills she stares at my feet, her head permanently bowed. I instruct her to touch me gently. I want her to explore me with the awkwardness that I'm sure accompanies all of her sexual encounters. Her little hands are delicately tracing my legs and her fingertips graze my balls. Eventually her curiosity takes over and her eyes rise up and her hands wrap around my cock. I tell her to open her mouth and as she does I take hold of the hair on the back of her head and force it in violently. She's chocking and gagging as I repeatedly withdraw it fully and ram it back in. She's so small she can take very little and her obvious discomfort pleases me immensely. Sporadically I allow her to catch her breath, only to force it back in before she can fully steady herself. Then, I force it in as far as it can go and with the other hand, reach down and hold her nose closed, restricting her breathing and she bucks and lets out a muffled yell. I don't stop though, holding her in place as panic sets in and eventually releasing her to collapse on the floor heaving and sweating. I take some time to allow her to settle. I sit and watch her there on the floor. I can physically see her brain spinning and for the first time she looks up at me, her eyes pleading me not to turn this into the nightmare she's be dreading it might become. I enjoy this moment, she's shaken and shaking and I know that fear is sending the blood rushing through her veins, dilating her pupils and her brain is pumping out adrenaline as fast as it can. She looks so vulnerable and a hunger is growing inside me. I calmly take a handful of her hair and encourage her onto her feet. She's like an infant deer all wobbly and bandy legs as I throw her face down onto the bed. I don't stand on ceremony, I want her now so I climb on top of her, forcing her legs apart with my knees and with one hand in between her shoulder blades and the other on the side of her head, I use all of my weight to hold her in place. She's mine now, spread open before me, panting, expectant and quietly moaning to herself. From what she's told me I know that a man hasn't taken it from her in this way before. More likely politely and apologetically entered her doing their best not to hurt her. I wasn't for a moment going to do that. I found the entrance of her pussy with my cock and drove it in as hard and fast as I could, feeling the tissues stretch with each thrust and listening carefully to her agonising screams. It was over five minutes before I was all the way in and her body began to relax into the brutality of it all. I took my time and allowed myself to take in all that I was seeing and hearing, fucking her hard and fast and grabbing at her little body and slowly and gently, allowing us both to calm down and enjoy the sensations and textures of each other. She seems comfortable now, I'd seen her come twice and the fear was gone from her eyes. I was happy with that but I wanted more. I wanted her to experience it all now she'd come this far, so I turned her over and entered her again, this time looking straight into her eyes and gently kissing her lips. She looked different now. No longer was she the awkward introverted girl she told me about and that I had met on the street 40 minutes earlier. I fucked her gently, pulled my hand up to cradle the back of her head and my right hand slowly wrapped around her delicate neck. It was so small I felt like my fingers and thumb would meet as I gently squeezed it and her mouth opened wide, gasping for air. I increased the pace as my orgasm grew close and, still staring straight into her big blue eyes I squeezed again, harder this time and for longer. The fear returned to her face, she clawed at my back so I took both wrists in my left hand and held them above her head. Again I fucked her, fast this time and hard. Again I grabbed her neck and this time forced downward and squeezed with almost all my strength. She gasped and writhed beneath me and her eyes closed and a frown crept across her face. I looked down at her, completely submissive in the moment, waiting to see when or if I'd let her breath. She began to shudder as did I; as we both came, and I let go of her throat, perhaps a second or too later than I should have and she dragged all the air she could find into her lungs, I let her go and she began to cry into my shoulder. I held her, for as long as I felt she needed me to. We've spoken since... She says her life has completely changed, altered by a whole new sense of self and self confidence. I dunno about any of that, perhaps it has or perhaps she's exaggerating. It did take me back to all those girls who's eyes I've open over the years though, and made me wonder what they're doing now. The end.